Someone's gonna feed you poison.
Questions will come. Words whispered in your sleep. Your thoughts are not yours to keep. Someone's gonna feed you poison. Ideas planted like saplings. You're gonna wonder what's happening. You're gonna flip the switch and the gas is gonna fill your room. You won't smell it in time and soon, you'll inhale the poison. Your mouth will speak of puppet lies. Untruths will fill your head and eyes. Anger will bubble up from your toes and before you know and realize, you'll have become the poison.
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